God’s Favor

I have the favor of God. I have been in a spiritual war with my strength. Still dealing with very heavy pain and sorrow. Continuing to pray to God for forgiveness toward others that still attempt to inflict pain in me and Marks life. God has favor on Mark and I. We have come together in a bond that is inseparable. Our love dives to the deepest there could be in any dimension. The amount of pain we endure on a daily period goes to show the strength of our love. I have just summed up the courage to begin vocalizing our relationship and the obstacles that have come in our lives. God spoke to me and said he would give me the strength to overcome the perils of hatred. Unfortunately, those that inflict pain in our lives are closer than further in relation to what we would like. Therefore the opportunity to get justice is arduous and must be handled with care to prevent further affliction. A great level of selflessness must be carried in order to overcome such levels of hatred and selfishness. However, God has a plan for all of us. The choice is ours to do his will. When you lose your right to privacy when you are disrespected and others seek to diminish your happiness. You must listen to the will of God rather than acting in pain and anguish. God’s favor has always been my strength. As I look up to the love of my life and gaze in the wonder of his wisdom he tells me, his purpose is to help others as God has given him the opportunity to give to others. To teach those around him and help them with their test in life, because life is just a test of good and evil. God’s favor is our strength, till next time. 

Isaiah 40:31

 But they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary, and they shall walk, and not faint.


Matthew 6:14-15 

For if you forgive others their trespasses, your heavenly Father will also forgive you, but if you do not forgive others their trespasses, neither will your Father forgive your trespasses.

Matthew 18:21-22 

Then Peter came up and said to him, “Lord, how often will my brother sin against me, and I forgive him? As many as seven times?” Jesus said to him, “I do not say to you seven times, but seventy times seven.

Romans 12:19 

Beloved, never avenge yourselves, but leave it to the wrath of God, for it is written, “Vengeance is mine, I will repay, says the Lord.”

Matthew 5:44 

But I say to you, Love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you,

1 Corinthians 13:4-7 

Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth. Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.

Happy birthday Maya Angelo

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
’Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries?

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
’Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own backyard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

* Today this poem spoke to me, I’ve been through a great deal of tribulation in the last year and I still rise. Through support and love of those around me I have found a great deal of wisdom and peace and some understanding of what the reality of  being in love actually feels like, how pain actually breathes and flourishes through ones body. 

-To find peace you must be peace.

Blessed are the peacemakers, for they will be called children of God.

Matthew 5:9

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